Cui Ying endured her temper and waited for a long time, but she didn't see any movement.

  Yuan Wulang's fingers were like a wild dog that had been starving for hundreds of years, and her collarbone was a meat bone. Once he started gnawing on it, he couldn't let go, grinding back and forth, and he didn't know how long it took, but his fingers were still turning around in that place.

  The unfamiliar touch sparked a tremble on her body, but he hesitated to go deeper, making her start to wonder if he had any other concerns.

  Were those unguarded words on their wedding night still troubling him?

  Is it because he himself didn't acknowledge this matter that he couldn't get past this hurdle?

  It seems Choi Yong was overthinking things.

  Yuan Wulang's passion was now all stirred up, and he couldn't help but think of mounting his horse and galloping off to show off his prowess.

  But the problem is that he really has no experience, and can only watch as his wife's warm and fragrant body lies before him, with no idea where to start.

  In fact, the young masters of the Sheng family had been enlightened in this aspect a long time ago. Before getting married, they would definitely have someone teach them specially, and it was impossible for newlyweds to not know what to do on their wedding night.

  However, Yuan Wulang was an exception.

  Due to the Yuan family's unique and independent family style, he had been guarding his chastity for a long time in preparation for his future wife.

  The old lady suddenly asked for a marriage, and he and Cui Ying's wedding was hastily arranged.

  Everyone was busy preparing for the wedding, and they all thought that he was already a big man, his best friend Ji Wang was a master of romance, although he had no personal experience in that aspect, but he must have read many erotic books, so they skipped this step.

  On their wedding night, he had drunk too much wine and still had emotions in his heart, but his desire was not very strong.

  So, Choi Yong took the initiative to skip this process. Although he was angry, he also had a slight sense of relief.

  But this time it's different. Yuan Wulang's body and mind unanimously confirmed that he liked the woman beside him.

  He wants her.

  After dawdling for a long time, the sky had changed from its previous dark gray to deep ink. The night was already very late.

  Yuan Wulang finally summoned up his courage and slowly moved his broad palm downwards.

  The tentacles were a large piece of smooth skin. Then there were mountains that rose abruptly, and the softness of the cotton-like hand feeling aroused his curiosity, he was like a mischievous child, constantly kneading, finally gradually finding a thread of the Tao.

  Choi Yong's heart itched with pleasure at such a touch.

  Her body hadn't moved yet, but it stirred up some long-forgotten feelings in her memory. Yuan Wulang's masculine physique was right beside her. Almost tightly attached to her, the strong male scent on his body kept impacting her, making her almost melt.

  However, her husband had no experience at all. His inexperience and naivety undoubtedly revealed his innocence.

  She began to suspect whether he would explore her mountains all night.

  It turns out that compared to the collarbone, Yuan Wulang seems more fascinated with the new discovery.

  He tirelessly played with and explored it, the warm, fragrant, soft jade in his hand seeming to have a magical power that made him reluctant to put it down.

  Choi Yong's emotions changed from initial excitement and slight trembling to eventual boredom and drowsiness.

  She was considering whether or not to help him end this overly long exploration and get straight to the point so that she could go to bed early.

  But after a fierce ideological struggle, she felt that counter-attacking might be enjoyable, but the trouble she would face afterwards would be even greater.

  He is a very proud person!

  First time going to the house, but was instead scolded by his wife and children. In Yuan Wulang's view, this would be a particularly unacceptable thing, hurting his masculine self-esteem, and who knows, maybe it will even leave psychological shadows in the future.

  Things that aren't worth it, Cui Ying is unwilling to do.

  For such an inexperienced and proud old man, she can probably only wait.

  However, she had been waiting for too long and was getting drowsy.

  Coupled with the fact that she had just narrowly escaped death two days ago, her physical strength had yet to fully recover.

  After holding back two yawns, she let out a gentle and even breathing sound, finally entering a deep sleep.

  Yuan Wulang was deeply indulged in the new discovery, and he saw that Cui Ying had no resistance to his bold and presumptuous actions, and he couldn't help but feel delighted, so he tried to want more.

  One hand still held onto Yunfeng's cloud peak, while the other slid down and stroked downwards.

  Her skin is really smooth, her waist is slender, and she has a plump grip.

  Further down is the mysterious and alluring deep pool.

  Yuan Wulang didn't dare to rashly go deeper and asked in a hoarse voice, "Ling'er, can I..."

  Inside the mosquito net, all is quiet and still.

  Yuan Wulang was unwilling to give up and continued to ask her, "Rong Er, if you don't speak, I'll take it that you've agreed, okay?"

  The air was still silent.

  He finally dared to lean over her and look at her, but found that the beautiful face like the moon had lost its cunning in the daytime, her eyes were deeply closed, her breathing was even, and she had already fallen asleep.

  Yuan Wulang was both angry and resentful, feeling wronged and frustrated, and secretly wondered if he had been mistaken in his approach.

  With such complex emotions, how could he sleep?

  So he could only prop himself up and stare blankly at her until dawn broke.

  The next day when Cui Ying woke up, she saw Yuan Wulang with severe dark circles under his eyes staring at her sideways.

  She was startled and just about to scold him for being here, but suddenly thought of the events of last night and felt a pang of apology in her heart.

  She shyly shrunk into the quilt, covering half of her face, and said in a low voice, "Husband, you're awake!"

  Yuan Wulang replied in a low voice, "Mm-hmm, I'm awake."

  Although he said so, his heavy black eye circles and haggard expression suggested that he might not have slept all night.

  Cui Ying quietly felt her body in the quilt, and found that her clothes were intact, except for a few buttons on her chest that had been loosened, everything else was neat and tidy.

  She didn't know whether she should be worried or happy.

  After some thought, she felt that it wouldn't do for things to go on like this. If Yuan Wulang was still being so stubborn tonight, then she would have no choice but to take matters into her own hands.

  Although nothing was accomplished last night, Cui Rong found that her resentment towards Yuan Wulang had decreased significantly, and some guilt that had been intentionally suppressed deep down broke through the obstacles and surged up.

  Actually, she is also very clear in her heart that in this marriage with Yuan Wulang, she is the beneficiary.

  The Yuan family not only gave her a long-lost warmth of home, but also gave her the greatest degree of freedom, and let her find herself again.

  As for Yuan Wulang...

  Perhaps his deep affection is reserved for the woman who becomes his wife. It's not because she's Cui Rong that he likes her, but as long as she is his wife. He will be the best husband in this world.

  But she had no consciousness of being a wife at all, unwilling to remember his face or ask for his name.

  Is she indebted to him?

  Cui Ling saw that the sky was no longer early, so she carefully urged him to get out of bed. "Husband, I heard from Huai Shu that you need to practice your skills every morning. Now that you're awake, shall I help you get dressed?"

  According to her usual temperament, she would never say the word "serve".

  But at this moment, Yuan Wulang stared at her with the dark circles under his eyes that he had stayed up all night for. She subconsciously felt a bit embarrassed and thought about saying some sweet words to appease him, both to show her kindness and to comfort his longing heart.

  Yuan Wulang knew he should get out of bed, but he didn't want to at all right now.

  Physical fatigue is one thing. Not wanting to miss out on ear rubbing and whispering with Cui Ying is another.

  Moreover, he clearly felt that her attitude towards him had improved. If yesterday's her was a thorny rose, then today's her was an amiable morning glory, even in the cold winter, it made him feel as if he were basking in the warm spring breeze.

  He couldn't bear to leave, so he pulled a corner of his mouth and said, "Today's morning exercise is exempt."

  Cui Ling's heart went "thud" as she thought to herself: Could it be that this person wants to finish what they didn't complete last night?

  She hastily sat up and said, "Ah, husband, you rest for a while longer, I'll get up to make breakfast for you."

  The next moment, her arm was grasped by a pair of warm and thick big hands. Those hands were so powerful that with just a light pull, she had already fallen into his arms.

  A low, muffled voice came from above, "I won't go for a morning run, and you don't have to make breakfast either. Let's just stay here and chat."

  He rested his chin on her cheek and gently stroked it, "You see, we've been married for several months now, but we haven't really had a good talk yet. You don't even know my name. These days the city is quiet, you and I, husband and wife, rarely have such a good opportunity, let's take this chance to have a good chat!"

  His whiskers were a bit prickly, and when he rubbed against her, Cui Rong felt an itchiness that was quite strange. Yet, she didn't dislike this feeling at all.

  She had no way of refusing his reasonable request and could only nod lightly, "What do you want to talk about?"

  She shifted her body slightly, seeking a more comfortable position on him, then rested her head.

  His chest was broad and thick, and leaning against it could hear his strong and powerful heartbeat, inexplicably feeling at ease.

  Yuan Wulang saw Cui Ying suddenly become obedient again, like a little dog, and his emotions surged.

  He gently stroked her long hair as black as ink satin, his eyes moved slightly, and asked, "Tell me, what kind of person is Yuan Wulang in your heart?"

  Cui Ling moved slightly, wanting to struggle up to see Yuan Wulang's expression, so she could judge what his true thoughts were when he asked this question.

  But his arm was thick and sturdy, and as he stroked hers, it was her injured left arm that she feared would bump into his wound.

  After some thought, I still decided to answer honestly.

  Her voice was very soft, yet exceptionally clear. "I don't want to deceive you, so if what I say doesn't conform to your wishes, please don't get angry."

  Yuan Wulang's heart sank slightly, but he still nodded firmly, "Mm, I promise you, I won't get angry."

  He recalled the words he heard on their wedding night and thought that what she would say next wouldn't be pleasant either.

  But what's the difference?

  He wants to grow old with her, he must untie all the knots in his heart. Now that she also has the intention of rekindling their relationship, what else is he hesitating about?

  ps：

  Hehe, there will definitely be an update tonight!